Later, by Twitter, I mentioned how I felt like I was sitting around waiting for something great to happen. And she chimed in how I shouldn't wait, I needed to out there and make it happen. To which I gave a harvesting analogy and insisted I had planted seeds. She believed me.
And I have... Don't get me wrong.
But she is poking at
And I won't be starting a Vision Board or likely a Pinterest account either, although I'm a little wary to say the last one because that pretty much is what I said about Twitter all this time, and we see what happened THERE!
But she's right. I know she's right. (Is there a way to block one single person from reading a single post? I mean I don't need her to spend the rest of today, this week, lording it over me that I said that she was right, do I? No... I mean, she'd favorite the shit out of this post, and return to it every day just to see that I said she was right... Wait... that might help my statistics, though.... If you found this post from the right hand side, well.... you'll know that I already regret it! Kidding!)
I do need a plan to make sure I don't just burrow deeply into my bed and never emerge except for soccer and to get the church bulletin done. Particularly because there's only another month to soccer, so that won't last too long.
Do I have one? No. Not entirely. Not much at all. Except a recognition that I want there to be some structure to my days. Something in particular I accomplish each day. Incremental work on other things. I don't want to simply burrow into my bed (although it is nice and comfortable) and get lost. That's the start of a plan, right?
In the meantime, though, it's early-ish in the morning and I need to hit the shower and get this project done first. Right now, THAT's my plan. Once that's done, I can concentrate on the other. For now, that's my plan. Okay? Okay.